My First Full Time Job... In Hell. Part 2 Poem by ray Schreiber
My First Full Time Job... In Hell. Part 2
Called himself ' Steamboat '
black beret, and a Pharaoh beard
foreman of our crew
he worked us hard for ' The Man '
to repay the debt he owed.
We were mostly black
(except for me)
junkyard dogs
living
on
bare
bones
Saturday, January 2, 2010
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In 1967 clean cut teenagers could work at McDonald's. Black men and outcasts like me worked for whomever would have us.
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